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24th of Summer, 494 AV
Alaia was bouncing on her feet by the water’s edge, S’Essy was supposed to meet her to play and the young Konti was getting anxious to see her cousin. Normally even at the budding age of 13 Alaia was rather calm and rational, shy to a fault but when she was with S’Essy that other part of her, that part that most kids set free, tended to blossom and expand causing the two to get in trouble. She had no idea what the plans were for today but she knew they would be the most exciting plans on the island of Mura. Lucky for Alaia she had S’Essy, if she didn’t then who knew what she would be doing in her life. That was a bit of an exaggeration, she knew what she would be doing and whatever it was would be boring.
A group of beautiful chali flowers were floating in the water before her and suddenly the young girl had the desire to sniff the petals. Looking around for her cousin she saw no signs of the other konti so she lifted the hem of her plain white dress to ride around her thighs so that she could wade into the water. First one toe, then another, broke the surface and she felt the cooling water rush up against her toes and tease the webs that delicately danced between them. She sunk her entire ankle into the water before she stepped in with the other foot and fully committed to getting herself wet just to smell the flowers that fragranced the island.
Soon Alaia was up to her waist in the water, her dress forgotten and floating on the surface almost mimicking the flowers she was leaning down to sniff. The fragrance was wonderful, one of her favorites though she supposed that had to do with the fact they were almost impossible to avoid. They reminded her of days past, even in her young age she always felt like they pulled her back into a time when she spent every day just swimming until her mother was calling her back home. Now she was getting older, now expectations were being had of her and these stolen moments of freedom with S’Essy were beginning to be the only moments of being a child she had. Perhaps that was a bit dramatic but she was young and that’s how it felt to her.
School was coming, her time at the medical center with her mother was becoming more frequent and the gnosis on her face was a constant reminder when she looked at her reflection that she had a duty and a life she needed to start focusing on. Alaia was old for her age, she tended to think too much towards the future and what she could do for Rak’keli’s cause and how she could possibly get off the island. Leaving Mura wasn’t something she spoke about often and typically only with S’Essy and her own mother because while others understood that each Konti had their own path to take they all seemed to think she was too young to be worrying about her calling just yet. Alaia’s nose was buried deep into the center of the chali flower and her toes were wiggling deep into the sand as she let herself forget about the future for just a moment.